Big Goddo Flaco - 28 Years Later

I can take you somewhere that you can't go Man, y'all need to stop cappin' like Kangol
Hanging out the window of a Range Rover Whippin' out a flame thrower on anyone that hate on us
Put the flame on em I ain't leanin' on no one
But they steady with the hang on, Since you wanna be an angel
It's time to hollow out halos Top three things I'm waitin' on
Is a payload, a bankroll, and pesos No, I ain't a saint though
Leg sawn off with a chainsaw, Take your fuckin' brain out
And treat it like a baseball, on the beat they think the boy Beethoven
Don't say it ain't so No, it's best if you don't
Cause I stay with a pole and I hate when they gloat
Knowing damn well they ain't no goat, Catch a blade to the throat
This is Vampire smoke, Don't do it to yourself
Cause I'm bad for your health, In the middle of the map
Where I'm at and it's hell, Got a bat and it's plastered with nails
Mashin' the gas as I pass by and yell, Point me to the goat
And I snap off his tail, yeah, I whacked him myself
Been tryna tell you that crack is for sale, Osama Bin Goddo send crackers to hell
Been, been back with a strap, yeah, I'm packin' for real
Crackin' the seal, I'm pullipourin' till my backbones are belt
Think you're Bo, boat is a float till my flow
Hit it, feel like you crashed with the whale I'm givin' him hell
Why not, might as well Late night by myself
Always get asked if I ever killed somebody The answer is no, but just know
I never tell, I'd rott in my cell
And do time like a snail, With my mouth sewn shut
Man, you'd probably go nuts and that bitch wanna snitch
Just to get out real quick, that's bullshit and fag shit
Just know when you out, you gettin' chased down by factions
Murdered with a passion, severed like fractions
If your life worth money, I'ma cash in! No time for distractions
When it come to this rap shit, aint a soul that's fuckin' with me
Shout out to these rappers that be fuckin' with me!
No names cause they know who they are and they all go hard!
How it feel knowin' I could take a break from this
Come back and I'd still be one of the greatest in it
Really studyin' the game, y'all was tracin' it
Y'all was sleepin' on the bag, I was chasin' it

Written by:
Tristan Gomez

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